Draw out the haunting shadow of the ghost,
Etched on the sunset sound.
Silhouetted on the canvas in black,
The bare bones of summer cast shadows,
Restlessly spinning I'll draw out the lines,
With the maple leaf spiralling down,
Autumn grows dark and the sap goes to ground -
Is this just the time of year?
Autumn will darken these parallel lines of the trees hiding me.
Should I go east? Or should I go west?
I wish I could decide.
Can you survive if you can't decide,
When you're stuck here just drawing lines,
Restlessly spinning I'll draw out the lines,
With the maple leaf spiralling down,
Autumn grows dark and the sap goes to ground -
Is this just the time of year?
Autumn will darken these parallel lines of the trees hiding me.
Drag and drawing lines, all in lines,
Dragging and drawing me,
Drag and drawing lines, all in lines,
Dragging and drawing me.
Restlessly spinning I'll draw out the lines,
Pushing it under and keeping it down, down under the earth,
Who bears her labour in shuddering moans,
Breathing out liquid fire,
Brimstone, brimstone; Ashes to scars,
No one will ever know,
No one will ever know,
No one will ever know......